What if it was sprinkled on Monique's face and how painful she would be?
Henry walked into the bathroom and simply dealt with the burn.
Then he went back to the locker room, intending to find a loose T-shirt.
Then he saw a white T-shirt, which was placed in a very conspicuous position by him.
It was the one that had been lent to Monique.
Henry's dark and deep eyes were very dark, and he stared deeply at the T-shirt.
Since he was angry with that woman, wouldn't she come in and coax him?
She didn't wear the ring today since he had just proposed the marriage yesterday.
He even went to eat with other men.
And this man was Li Sheng.
A man who had grown up with her.
Henry was both angry and jealous.
He was jealous that he had companied her for so many years.
Henry put on the white T-shirt.
He took a pack of cigarettes from the office, walked to the French window, and started smoking.
There was a light knock on the door.
Was she the one who wanted to come in and see him?
A ray of light appeared in Henry's dark and deep eyes. He strode over, sat back in his office chair, and put out the cigarette on his hand.
"Chairman Moore, Miss Xia has called a doctor for you." Song Xu's voice came from the door.
So it was not her!
Since she didn't come to coax him, why did she call the doctor for him?
"Why didn't she explain anything to me when she went to see Li Sheng?"
Henry grabbed the things on the table and threw them at the door. "Get out."
Monique went into the kitchen. She had cooked noodles for Henry before, but these times, they were very simple.
The people from the kitchen just now also sent many food ingredients.
Monique decided to make it rich.
She fried two eggs, filled them, and filled water.
Then she cut some meat, peeled some shrimps, and washed some meatballs.
After the water was boiled, she put the food ingredients in and then put the noodles in.
In the end, she put in some dishes and filled the bowl with noodles.
She put the two fried eggs on the noodles.
It was a rich and fragrant bowl of noodles.
Monique almost drooled when she smelled it, and the image of him trying his best to block the hot soup for her appeared in her mind.
Thinking of this, she seemed to feel that Henry's angry look was not so terrible.
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